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Characters: Rafe Kirke, Erin Kirke | Rating: R
Ow, ow, ow...
Rafe grumbled under his breath as he rotated his heavily bruised shoulder. He'd taken a nasty hit from a bludger about three-quarters in. United had won by forty points over the Falcons. It had been a brutal match. Then he'd been bombarded by reporters the moment he touched down. Rafe had obliged them. A hundred or so flash bulbs later, he finally trudged into the United locker room with a slight grouch going thanks to a now-stiff injured shoulder. It was nothing the team medic couldn't fix but the room was deserted and the medic nowhere to be found.
Great.
Carefully, he pulled off the team robes and let them fall to the floor. Rafe cringed at his silly mistake--a mistake that only the rookie would be nailed for--and bent down to gather up the robes and walk them to a laundry bin. On the way back to his cubby, the bruised beater started pulling off his under-clothes. He was fairly gone as far as exhaustion went--or at least that was his excuse for not noticing her sooner.
Rafe, down to nothing but his shorts, blinked dumbly at his wife. "Erin?"
Merlin, she moved fast. Since when did she move that fast? Oh Gods, just don't let her touch the shoulder. Not the shoulder, please.
He stared down in confusion at mousy blonde hugging his waist. Wait a second. He knew that smile. He knew that smile all-too-well. And it was dangerous. She could make him do anything when she smiled at him like that.
"Erin, what are you--?" but he was interrupted by her shushing him by putting a finger to his lips. His brows rose high.
"Mmm, let's go make a baby," she mumbled and pecked a kiss on his sweaty chest. The next thing he knew, she'd grabbed the hand of his good arm and was tugging him toward the showers. There was a determined smirk on her face.
Rafe flustered about for words. "Baby? Now? Here?," he blinked several times and stopped walking. "You want to shag here? In the bloody locker room?!"
She was then walking backwards and there was that smile again. The smile that would surely be the death of him. He adored it so very much. "But--But--" he stammered for words. "Finn! Finn could still be around! I don't think he'd like us shagging in the showers."
"Oh, I have it on good authority that Finn is currently preoccupied."
Rafe just stared in amazement at his wife as he followed her into a shower stall. She was being blatantly devious. ...And it was starting to turn him on.
"I don't imagine Joy had anything to do with that one," he muttered, pushing his shorts down and toe-ing out of them.
Erin's shirt was gone and she was hastily unbuttoning her slacks. "Hey, hey, hey--Let me help you there," Rafe said as he reached a hand to her. Erin slowed after stepping out of the slacks which Rafe took from her to drape over the curtain bar. Stepping near his wife again, Rafe gave her a lopsided grin and her arms came up to hug his neck.
"Hi," he said softly and dropped his forehead to hers. "Hi," she echoed.
His large calloused hands traveled her back and toyed with the clasp of her bra. Erin bit down on her lip and Rafe had difficulty keeping himself from kissing her for it. "Hmm, do I know you?" he continued calmly as he helped her slip out of the bra. "I think I've seen you at a few matches, big Prides fan, right? Ow! Hey!"
Rafe's facade had abruptly fallen when she tapped his sore shoulder--causing him to give an unmanly yelp and cringe. Then she was on him like an anxious mother. "Oh Gods! Did that really hurt? I'm sorry! I didn't meant to--"
It was Rafe's turn to silence his spouse and he chose to do it with his mouth. He hiked her up to his mouth with his good arm and gave her a sound kiss. His free hand brushed her blond locks back over her bare shoulder. They were both smiling when he nudged her brow with his and gave her lips one more peck. There was a murmur of approval in his throat as he gazed down at the perfect breasts pressed against his broad chest.
"They'll get bigger," Erin said with nod after her own glance down at her chest.
Rafe gave a light laugh as he moved toward the shower facet, Erin tiptoeing along with him. She wiggled a bit in his embrace to push off her knickers and blindly fling them away. Rafe bit into his cheek as he used the hand of the bad arm to turn on the water, spinning the handle all the way to 'hot'.
They both gasped and Erin did an awkward little dance on her toes when the first jet shot out and sprinkled them with cold water. He let go of his wife momentarily to reach up and angle the shower head to spray closer to the wall. Rafe flinched when he accidentally sprayed himself in the face but he never took his eyes off Erin. It never ceased to amaze him that he was so lucky.
"What?" she prompted shyly, fidgeting with a wet lock of hair. She took Rafe's outstretched hand joined him under the warm water.
Rafe pressed his lips to her forehead and sighed. "You're already perfect, Erin," he said quietly. "Just as you are." |
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Characters: Rafe Kirke, Erin Kirke | Rating: PG
"Oh, please, he's just a boy!" Erin snapped moodily after two fourth year girls who had just given her a set of dark glares as they passed the pair sitting on the bench. Dropping her hand from gesturing to Rafe, she sat back with a huff.
Though she was staring forward, Erin could sense the boy watching her incredulously so with an irritated sigh she rounded to him. "What?"
Rafe shrugged in his lounging seat next to her and feathered a hand back through his hair. "I just think you're blowing it out of proportion, is all," he replied nonchalantly.
Erin blinked before raising a finger toward his face because, oh, she definitely felt like yelling now. "If you think I'm just going to let that--that--slag say--"
"I think," Rafe interrupted as he sat up and turned toward the ranting blonde, "you should forget the slag and her silly rag paper and snog as many Quidditch players as you want." He raised up a hand and slipped his fingers through her hair while give her a half-smile.
She sighed again. "A serious conversation and you just want to snog."
Rafe shrugged again. "Never accuse me of being complicated," he mumbled as he leaned in to plant a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. |
